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Jul 2013
I feel you wrap your arms around me in the night
And pull me into your intoxicating world

Where silence is golden
But so are the sounds that slip past our lips

We float high above the world
As if we are clouds, as if we are kings

I always hold onto you tight
Making sure that you're real

In return you embrace me with all that you are
And the air leaves my lungs with a happy sigh

I know then that you're not a dream
That your world is as sweet and beautiful as it seems

And in that one blissful moment,
You and I are only the things that exist
This poem can be meant two ways, it depends on how you look at it. Also, the title is meant to be that way, meaning "I'm pure" or "impure."
Copyright 2013
Jay Wasnothing
Written by
Jay Wasnothing  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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   Miranda Renea
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